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| Melted candles on the window sill Perfume in the haze Ashtrays spread across the floor On a normal day |
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| We lay out across the bed Just like we always did And in this house The devil laid his hand on our head and made them spin |
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| I want to be your man If you think I care I want to be your man Your man, lord |
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| No more defences Like no more peace of mind Keeping in these knives stabbing Spilling out your blood to me |
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| I want to be your man If you think I care I want to be your man Your man, lord |
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| Man, yeah |
| I want to be your man If you think I cared I want to be your man Your man, lord |
| I want to be your man If you think I cared I want to be your man Your man, lord |
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